hold me, the snow is coming.
grey sky days devour us.
white billowing, sea-side curtains
inside of us - hold me in your strong arms,
your heart is the beat of life.
with your hand on the small of
my back and your storybook kiss,
you fill me with liquid diamonds -
my bones and organs infused
with the light of beingness.
you bring me back to my star self -
our glow fills the dark edges of this
long, slow night.
you bring me ouija boards
and orange persimmons,
black leather and crimson velvet -
roses with sweet word thorns,
rubies and steampunk tarot cards -
but the seashells?
those are the gifts I bring myself,
and when I hold one to my ear
and listen?
I hear my sisters' poems
and winter melts inside of me.
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